I walked outside this morning to water plants and saw these on our porch. They are fake fingernails. Children's fake fingernails. The kind that I used to put on as a child when dressing up as a witch. I think these belong to two good little witches who happened to stop by The Bungalow last night to beg for Flavor Ice and a story. They got their Flavor Ice and I offered the tale of Pegasus, Medusa or the Minotaur. They chose the Minotaur, and sat wide-eyed together on the chaise lounge, listening to the story, until a mother's call lured one of them away...
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That's why you will ALWAYS have kids hanging around your casa. You have sugar and stories!
Plus, you're giving them a leg up on their Western Civ studies for high school. Edith Hamilton, look out!
Yes, Attila, you are correct. Sugar and stories. And the first time they begged for the Medusa story, I read it to them from Hamilton's Mythology...not realizing that there were naughty parts. I had to improvise quickly to cover the inappropriate parts...
Improvising .. The hallmark of a good teacher. The story was so good they shed their fingernails, I think.
Lauri, you give me much credit. Probably too much.
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